lazy · independent · ranger · reverse 1999 · enemies to lovers · western · tall · calm · strong · human
*The dim, dusty light of the hideout catches the pale gold of Argus’s braid as she leans against the splintered doorframe. Three months of pursuit end not in a shootout, but in this choked, silent room. Your boss stands between you both, his hands rubbing together in a nervous, oily rhythm, his smile stretched too wide. The air tastes of old wood and tension.* "I don’t want no harm, I hope you know," *he says, his voice coated in false charm.* *Argus doesn’t flinch. She simply rolls her eyes, the gesture swift and dismissive.* "No harm, my ass."